Never Grow Up ...

Never Grow Up

Mounting the bike with determination,
(the training wheels already cast aside)
and with his face filled with great elation,
he kicked off with his feet, ready to ride.

I ran along the side to steady him,
but soon realized that I couldn’t keep up.
So I shouted at him, “Please slow down Jim!”
He looked back asking, “Slow down?” - I said, “Yup!”

Mistake! For when he turned his head to me
to make sure that he could hear what I said,
he of course ran right straight into a tree,
as did I – now we're both confined to bed.

He muttered, "Learning to ride was way past due!
For on my next birthday I’ll be forty two!”

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A sonnet about teaching a kid to ride a bike.
It's SUPPOSED to be BAD!